Monday, December 1, 2014

Happy Thanksgiving!

This year we were supposed to spend Thanksgiving with my family, here in Utah.  However, Justin's family was headed to Southern California to do Thanksgiving with his aunt, and visit his grandpa, and of course spend a couple of days at Disneyland.  Since Vivian has never met either his aunt, or her great-grandpa, we decided to join them for the first part of the trip and then race back for Thanksgiving dinner with my family.

We had toyed with the idea of flying back and forth, but of course my husband couldn't pass up the opportunity to make this a road trip, detouring through two National Parks on the way.

Our first day we left Riverton and drove to Great Basin National Park.  It was only a little over three hours away.  We pulled into the Visitors Center, which was closed for the season, but a sign said the bathrooms were still open, and an odor wafting up from the backseat told us we would be needing to change a diaper.  I pulled Vivian out of the carseat and discovered that less than four hours in, and she had already blown out her first outfit.  Ordinarily I handle these situations, but this time I passed her off to Justin and told him to deal with it.  A part of me was kidding, but when he didn't resist and just hauled her into the men's room with him, I wasn't about to stop him and fight for the opportunity to be on the cleanup crew.  I stood outside reading the informative little nature signs posted out there.  I read all of them.  Then I took a bathroom break.  Then I found a sign I had missed on my first pass, and read all of that.  Then I returned to the car to see if perhaps Justin had emerged from the men's room while I was taking my bathroom break.  He hadn't.  Then I barged into the men's room to find out what was taking so long.  I walked in to find my baby laying on a changing table inside the stall, laughing and talking to herself.  Her dad was at the sink washing his hands, and each individual piece of soiled garment was neatly hung across the top of the stall wall.  It is still unclear to me why it took so long, but I suspect that I would have been very amused to have watched that whole process unfolding.

There is very little to do in Great Basin National Park during the winter.  It's too cold to hike, and a lot of the roads were already closed in anticipation of snow.  However, Lehman caves, located inside the park, are open year round.  There is one tour a day in the winter, and Justin had rushed us out the door early that morning to make absolutely sure that we were there in time.

The caves were great, but I found that I vastly preferred our experience exploring Carlsbad Caverns last year.  That's primarily because at Carlsbad they just kind of turn you loose to do your own touring of the place, but in Lehman caves you're stuck on a guided tour.  Early on in the tour I developed a dislike for our tour guide.  She was an elderly lady, who wanted to demonstrate to us all how dark and quiet the cave is without any lights.  So she turned off all the lights.  That's all fine and well, but then she kept them off for several minutes while she launched into a lengthy lecture on light pollution.  After about 30 seconds in the pitch black Vivian started to cry, and rather than turn the lights back on and cut her little speech about light pollution short, our guide simply shouted at the group over Vivian's crying.  So I had very little use for her from the get-go.  Once the lights were turned back on Vivian settled back down again, and was fine for the rest of the tour.  In general the caves were great, and I would recommend them to anyone who makes their way into the area.

Vivian and I trying to stay to the back of the tour.
After the caves there wasn't much to do in Great Basin National Park.  We drove around some, but the road closures prohibited too much exploring, so it wasn't very long before we headed out of the park and on to Ely, Nevada to find our hotel, the Prospector Inn and Casino.  It was about as great as it sounds.  As you enter you are greeted by two massive bronze dogs (They looked like Doberman's to me, but I'm not really a dog person, so who knows), and a table full of small bags of complimentary popcorn.  You have to walk through the casino, past the slot machines, which were already decorated with tacky Christmas decorations to get to the rooms.  The hallway was adorned with crappy paintings of the old west, and a fascinating display of little bits of different types of barbed wire.  The first thing I saw when I walked into our room was a black and white photo of Marilyn Monroe with her lipstick tinted neon pink.  They don't offer a free complimentary breakfast, but there were three suckers left on the bed, and a yellow rubber ducky in the bathroom.  We were also given a three dollar gambling credit, coupons for two free margaritas and a punch card that would give us a free nights stay after staying there six times.  I've definitely stayed in worse places, but I don't see us ever earning that free night.  We ate dinner at a Chinese restaurant in town where Justin is convinced all of the workers were faking their Chinese accents.  We stopped at a grocery store on our way out of town the next morning for some breakfast.

Our drive to Death Valley the next day was significantly longer, but turned out to be quite picturesque.  We drove straight into the park, and coming from the Nevada side you wind up making a drop from about 3,300 feet to several feet below sea level extremely fast.  When we arrived at the Visitor's Center Vivian needed to eat and I needed to sit and wait for my insides to catch up to what had just happened.  Mostly it was my sinuses which ended up making an audible squeaking noise as they released a bunch of pressure.  It was very weird, but after that I felt great and we rushed out of there to see a few things before the sun went down (it set a little before 4:30 that day).  

We drove through Artist's Palette first, and then headed over to Badwater Basin.
Artist's Palette

Badwater Basin

After that we left Death Valley and returned to Beatty, Nevada, which touts itself as home to the gateway to Death Valley, the largest candy store in Nevada, and the Shady Lady Ranch.  We did visit the candy store, which was disappointingly small, (and I have a hard time believing that something bigger doesn't exist in Vegas) and overpriced.  We checked into the Stagecoach Inn and Casino.  They had offered us a huge military discount, so we had gone with that one over our other options which all seemed suspect and overpriced anyway.  I would describe this hotel as very "no-frills."  For instance, there was no clock in our room.  There were also no decorations of any sort in the room, or even the standard pen and pad of paper.  It did however seem to be pretty clean.  This hotel also did not offer a free breakfast, but there was a Denny's restaurant attached to the casino that was prominently advertised at every turn and on each piece of paper the hotel issued us.  After multiple failed attempts to connect to their allegedly free wi-fi, we gave up and ate at the Denny's rather than trying to find a place to eat in town.

The next morning we stopped at the Rhyolite Ghost Town on our way back into Death Valley.  

It was super bright outside, but the only sunglasses we had with us were these pink ones of mine, which fortuitously fit nicely over top of Justin's glasses.
We stopped on our way in that day for a picture by the sign
and then continued on to our next stop, which was Zabriskie Point.
Next we drove to Devil's Golf Course.

Then we did a short hike up Golden Canyon.  This was a bit of a controversial decision for us.  I believed that we had agreed the night before that we were ill-prepared to do any hiking, whereas somehow Justin believed that exactly the opposite conclusion had been reached.   As a result I hiked in blue jeans that were way to snug and uncomfortable for this sort of thing, and I regretted wearing them, pretty much the entire hike.  Additionally, Vivian has packed on several pounds since our last hike, but is still just a tiny bit too short to be transitioned out of the baby bjorn into the ergo carrier we have purchased.  Very early on into this hike I swore to Justin that I will not do another hike with her until she is big enough for that ergo.  She's way too heavy to carry comfortably in the bjorn anymore.  Thankfully it was a very short hike, and mostly in the shade, since we yet again failed to pack a hat for her.
We had to improvise a little since I still don't entirely trust the sunscreen on her skin.

After that we stopped by some sand dunes, but they looked crowded and less impressive than we had hoped, so we never even exited the car.  

Due to our inability to connect to the internet the night before we hadn't done a lot of reading on which way is best to exit the park.  I kind of assumed that we'd go out through Baker and get on the 15, but Justin pointed out there was another way that sent us through San Bernardino, and I assumed that he had done his research on this.  What I didn't know is that he hadn't, and had been planning on doing that at the hotel.  So we set off in the direction of San Bernardino, and after about an hour of driving in the most desolate place I have ever been, we had still not left the park.  We were also in a portion of the park that Justin described as "super ugly."  I could not disagree.  Usually there is some redeeming feature to every area...but we never found one out there.  It felt like we were driving out there all day.  All I can really definitively say is that it was in no way a faster route, and at one point I found myself on a two-lane highway in nowhere San Bernardino County for an hour trapped behind a convoy of truckers.  Regardless we finally arrived at our destination, and met up with Justin's family in Riverside where they had already checked us into a room in Courtyard Marriott.  After Ely and Beatty it felt like we were staying in a 5-star resort for the rich and famous.

The next morning we visited Justin's Aunt Melinda and her family and we all drove into Newport Beach for lunch, where we failed to take any pictures.  Not sure how that happened.  For dinner we met up with Justin's grandpa and his wife in Tustin.  Vivian got to meet her only living great-grandfather. 
She was endlessly fascinated with his beard.

The next day we all went to Disneyland.  Vivian obviously couldn't ride too much, but with all the family there I never missed out on anything I wanted to ride.  There was always someone willing to take a turn staying off with her.

We did however ride the Monorail, It's a Small World, Pirates of the Caribbean, and Buzz Lightyear together.
Exiting the Buzz Lightyear ride

She was great, but Disneyland is a lot for a little person to take in all at once, so we ended up having to leave early both nights, but truthfully she lasted later than I anticipated both times. 

On Wednesday morning we said goodbye to Justin's family and made our way back to Utah.  This time we went the standard route on I-15, resisted the urge to explore a few detours and were back in plenty of time for Thanksgiving the next day with my family at John and Michelle's house.  

It's always good to be back home, but in what I suppose has become our tradition, we're already starting to talk about where we want to go next.  Since it's never too late to say what you're thankful for, I'll say that this Thanksgiving I am especially grateful for a husband whose not just a willing, but an eager partner in all of these little outings, and I'm thankful for our adorable little baby girl, and I'm thankful that we have had all this time together this year, and the means and health to make it memorable.  Happy late Thanksgiving!

Friday, November 7, 2014

The Second Camping Trip, and Other Stuff

So I thought I had been updating this more often than I have.  Clearly.  Therefore, I figured it was high time that I did a little catch up.  So here it is.

After Vivian's first camping trip we were delighted to have all friends and family come from all over for her baby blessing.  I know I'm partial, but I just couldn't get over how cute she looked in her stuff.

Later that week we took her to her first BYU football game, to watch the cougars essentially implode against USU.  It was a night game, so she napped through most of it anyway.  Here's a picture that her Uncle Neal thoughtfully snapped of us on his iphone while waiting outside the stadium for Justin to run back and get the tickets he had accidentally left in the car. 
The next weekend we decided to get out and drive Nebo Loop to see the fall leaves.  It was pretty spectacular.  I think we would have been better off if we'd gone maybe the weekend before, but all the same, it was beautiful.
I think the background here almost looks fake.
Vivian loved it, she was just having a crabby moment.
The next week Justin talked me into going camping again.  I told him it was too cold to be out camping, but he talked me into going back to Southern Utah where the temperatures were still conducive to spending the nights in a tent.  This time we went to Arches National Park.

The first night there, we arrived around six or seven, in the evening and quickly discovered that there was some sort of Jeep round-up going on out there.  I vaguely remember Jared mentioning it, but it hadn't really sunk in how crowded it would be there.  After hours of driving from one full campground to another, we stopped and said a prayer and returned to Moab to search for a hotel room.  Every hotel there was full, but we pulled into a KOA just outside of town and found the last open campsite there, and though it wasn't at all what we'd had in mind for that evening, we were horribly grateful for it.  We spent the night there, and then the next morning moved camp back up to a campground outside of Canyonlands.  

Our first day in Arches we decided to tackle a long hike called Devil's Garden that takes you past 7 arches and one big monolith (which we ended up skipping).  It was around 7 miles, but took us almost the entire day.  A lot of the hiking was on slick rock, and I feel like I have to go very slow on that while carrying Vivian, to make sure I have good footing.  One wrong move...and I have horrible images of me stumbling and slamming her head against the rock.  So there's that, and then the part where we arrived at an area on the trail that had been flooded by recent rainstorms, leaving behind a small pond with a sheer rock wall on one side, and a very steep slippery, unsafe looking slab of slick rock on the other.  It was possible to cross over on the slick rock, but way too risky to try it with a baby.  So we were stuck there pondering our situation when a couple came up behind us.  The man quickly scrambled across on the slick rock, and his girlfriend just stood there...petrified.  Justin and I decided to explore another way around, and the girlfriend, Darcy, came along, but it was a lost cause and the three of us returned to the trail, and stood staring at the pond.  

Finally, Justin decided to wade across and test the depth of the water.  It wasn't too deep, so he came back and got Vivian, and I crossed over on the slick rock.  In the meantime Darcy's boyfriend had tried everything from insulting her to attempting to order her to cross, and eventually he had given up and crossed back over and they were heading back up the trail the way they had come.  They returned a few minutes later while we were still there.  (Vivian was not for a second going to be replaced in the baby carrier without stopping for a food break, and Justin needed to let his feet dry.)  Justin and I were trying to be encouraging to Darcy, because her boyfriend, who actually seemed like a relatively decent guy, didn't seem to have a clue how to encourage her across.  So the conversation went something like this:

Boyfriend: What are you thinking Darcy?
Darcy: I don't know... 
Boyfriend: What do you mean you don't know?
Darcy: I'm afraid that I'm going to fall.
Boyfriend: What's your priority here Darcy?  Is it to not fall, or to see the arches?
Justin: My wife did it and she just had a baby, and has terrible balance.  
Boyfriend: See Darcy, she did it and she just had a baby, and you're a college athlete!
Me: It looks way worse from where you're standing.  It's really not that bad.
Boyfriend: What's it going to be Darcy, are you going up, or going in the drink?

She eventually did cross over the slick rock and was fine.  We're still not sure what her aversion was to wading across the little pond.  Either way, we lost probably at least an hour or so in that spot.  The rest of the hike went much smoother, but it's still tiring dragging along an extra 13 pounds of dead weight, so by the end I was ready to be done.

Navajo Arch

Double O Arch

Partition Arch

Landscape Arch
I thought that, and then on the way back to the campsite I told Justin that I thought we should detour over to the Delicate Arch overlook and catch a glimpse of that before the sun went down.  We did, and we had to hustle.  Justin took Vivian and we literally ran parts of that trail to get there before dark.  Thankfully it was a short hike, and we did make it in time to get a few pictures.

I never realized it was just out in the middle of a slab of slick rock like that.  It really is amazing.
The next morning we got up, packed up camp, and determined that we had time to only do one hike before we needed to head home so that Justin would be back in time to go to the BYU game that night.  We decided to do the Delicate Arch hike.  So we did, and it was cool, but it is annoyingly crowded.

We made it back down in time that we decided that we did have time for one more hike.  So we went and hiked the window arches. 
The eyeglasses (North and South Window arches)
After that we hustled home and got there in time for Justin to make it to the game.  

That's been our last major outing.  Although we did take time to go to a pumpkin patch this year.  I've never been to one before...actually that's not true.  I did go to one in kindergarten, and my entire memory of the experience consists of me enthusiastically telling my mom that we had gone to Pumpkin Land.  Anyhow, we dressed Vivian up in some Halloween gear for the occasion and we went out and selected a pumpkin.
Excited for this little outing.
Try as we might we could not get Vivian to tear her eyes away from a group of loud teenagers on the hay bales next to us.

She did seem genuinely captivated by the goats.
We wound up carving our pumpkin on Halloween afternoon, and ran short on time before we had to get to Salt Lake to pick Justin's dad up from the airport for a short visit over dinner that night.  So our first jack-o-lantern was very uncreative.  Better luck next year!
This last weekend I returned for my first drill weekend since giving birth.  I didn't love having to pawn Vivian off on my mom for the weekend, but she didn't mind and it seems like they got along.  I truthfully kind of enjoyed being back with the company again, rather than stuck in the office shuffling papers and trying to believe myself when I said that it was okay that my maternity uniform needed to be switched out for a bigger size..again.  So glad to be done with that!

Monday, September 22, 2014

Vivian's First Camping Trip

Justin's training course was finally completed early this month.  He took two weeks of leave right afterwards.  The first week we spent visiting with family.  We decided to use the second week to take a camping trip to Canyonlands National Park.  Arches National Park is also nearby, so we figured we would leave on Monday, spend a few days in Canyonlands, and possibly hit Arches too before we returned Thursday night.  We thought it would be a good idea to come home on Thursday.  That way we would leave ourselves a few days to get unpacked and settled back in before Justin goes back to work next week.  We packed an extra days worth of clothes, just in case we decided not to head back until Friday morning.

We ended up leaving a late on Monday, after taking Vivian to be added into the army's computer system as a dependent, and stopping at the store to buy few last minute miscellaneous supplies.  We made pretty good time, but still didn't arrive in Moab, UT until about 6pm or so, where we stopped to purchase some firewood and enjoy an experience that we now just refer to as "poops on the loose."  Suffice it to say that Vivian was strapped back into her car seat minus her little outfit, and acting a lot happier than she had been before the incident that ended in a wet wipe bath.

The Canyonland's campground was full, because, as we learned later on, the campground was filled 30 minutes after checkout time that morning.  It would seem that we aren't the only ones who thought that coming in the fall would be a great idea.  My husband, however, is thankfully a bit more of a planner than me, so he had already researched out neighboring BLM campgrounds.  We secured ourselves one of the last remaining campsites there, hurried and set up camp and started working on the fire...and hours later there we were, still working on the fire.  We eventually realized that it's a horrible idea to buy firewood from an establishment that stores the wood outside in an area that has just experienced record breaking rainfall.  We finally gave up and made ourselves peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and went to bed.

The next morning we woke up and left to go explore the Island in the Sky district of Canyonlands.  (Canyonlands is split up into four districts: Island in the Sky (most tourist friendly), The Needles, The Maze (accessible only to backpackers), and The Rivers (which is the actual rivers that run through the park))  We stopped in at the visitor's center to buy a hat for Vivian.  For some reason we weren't able to find one for sale anywhere back home before we left.  The smallest one they had was still for toddlers, but we figured it was better than nothing, so we bought it.
I strapped her in the baby bjorn, and then covered her with a light swaddler blanket to keep the sun off of her limbs.  She looked weird, but it worked well, and the hat was nice because I could shift it around to keep the sun off her face without having to cover it completely with the blanket.
Don't judge me, we were camping without any running water.
Island in the sky consisted of several overlooks with genuinely beautiful views out over the canyons.
Justin at Shafer Canyon Overlook
Green River Overlook
Justin at Dead Horse Point State Park, which is conveniently right next door to Island in the Sky
Justin at Grand View Point Overlook

We also went on three short little hikes.  We would have liked to do something more ambitious, but it was so blazing hot outside that we were a little wary of having Vivian out in the heat for any of the longer hikes.  A couple of these hikes had signs up at the trailheads that discouraged visitors from hiking them in July and August because of the extreme heat.  As you can probably imagine, they were still really hot in mid-September.

Vivian and I at Upheaval Dome

Whale Rock

Mesa Arch
By the end of the day we were feeling pretty satisfied with our time in Island in the Sky and decided to leave the next morning to go to the Needles District the next morning.  Another attempt at a campfire failed miserably, our soggy wood still refused to burn for more than a few minutes before going out.  We ended up roasting hotdogs on burning kindling and they ended up kind of charred on the outside and warmish on the inside.  Another sub-par dinner.

We left early the next morning and drove the two hours out to the Needles to make sure that we secured ourselves a campsite in the park.  We got there in plenty of time, and our campsite was actually pretty amazing.  There was also running water there, a bonus since there had been no such luxury at the last one.
You can't see here, but there are bushes and trees on either side that obscure our campsite from the neighbors.
Our first day in the Needles seemed to be a bit of a fiasco.  We realized shortly after arriving and setting up camp that we needed gas, and that required a two-hour round trip drive into Monticello.  We still made it back out to the Needles in time to complete a few short hikes.

Roadside Ruin
That thing at the top is supposedly some sort of Indian granary.

Cave Springs Trail
Slick Rock Trail
We actually abandoned Slick Rock Trail part way through.  There was a thunderstorm threatening, and it was moving our direction faster than we liked.  We headed back to camp, made dinner on the gas stove that night, which went a lot better, and then climbed in the tent for the night.  

We had all started drifting off to sleep, when in a move that I attribute to divine intervention, I decided to wake up the baby and nurse her one more time before putting her in the swaddler for the night.  I had just fed her a little while earlier, so I knew I didn't have much for her, but I felt like I should, so I got up and was nursing her by flashlight, when I caught a glimpse of something, that we believe to be some sort of scorpion darting through the folds of her swaddler.  I woke Justin up, and he got rid of it.  We got settled back in for the night, but I don't think that either Justin or myself slept all that well after that.  All night long I was sure something was crawling on me.  At least Vivian wasn't swaddled up with a scorpion.  

Prior to the scorpion incident Justin and I had briefly talked about leaving Canyonlands the next day, extending the trip a day, and driving to Natural Bridges National Monument, spending the night in Capitol Reef National Park, and visiting Bryce Canyon National Park on our way home Friday evening.  After the scorpion incident it was a sealed deal.  We both wanted to strip everything out of the tent and get a chance to shake it all out.  We woke up early the next morning and packed up camp.  We had one hike called Chesler Park that we wanted to do before we left.  It was only 6 miles round trip, but it turned out to be a little harder than we had anticipated, so we were glad that we had left early in the morning while it was still cooler.

Because of the time of day, we were really backlit in that last picture, but you can see that Vivian is sporting only a diaper.  As soon as we arrived in Chesler Park she immediately blew out her diaper.  Fortunately, we had thought to bring along an extra diaper and wipes, just not an extra outfit.  We didn't think to bring an extra pair of pants for me either, since I always seem to be the one victimized by these blow outs.  Although, I was sweating so much hauling her up there that I figured that I already smelled bad enough that the baby poop probably didn't matter much at that point.

On the way back out we were making really great time.  We were moving pretty fast because we wanted to get off the trail before it got really hot, and we also wanted to be on the road before it got too late.  We got to a place where the trail splits into different directions, and Justin was stopping to look at the sign.  I rushed him, and told him we needed to keep moving, so we hustled past it pretty the wrong direction.  An hour or so later we were out of water, hiking through terrain that didn't look even vaguely familiar and wondering when this hike was going to end.  We had been worried about me getting dehydrated and it affecting my milk supply, so I had been drinking a ton of water and was doing okay, Vivian had been nursed at Chesler Park, and we had used some of the last of our water to dump on her to make sure she was staying cool, so she was holding up just fine, but Justin had stopped sweating, which is never really a great sign when you're hiking through the desert at mid-day.  Hours and miles later than we had planned the trail spit us back out at the campground where we had stayed the night before, which was about four miles from the trailhead where our car was parked.  There was water at the campground, so after rehydrating, Justin left Vivian and I there in a shady spot, and had to go hitch hike his way back to the car.  Some random guy from Germany picked him up and gave him a ride.

Getting lost put us really behind schedule, so we didn't end up getting to Natural Bridges National Monument until late afternoon/early evening.  We would have liked to have hiked down to some of the bridges, but there simply was not enough time.

You may note that Vivian does not appear in this last picture of us by the sign.  That's because after dragging her in and out of the car at different bridge overlooks, she had become excessively crabby, and finally fallen asleep.  We decided it was best to just pullover, snap the picture without waking her, and continue on our way.  She woke up again as soon as we got back in the car.  We thought that since we were behind schedule that we might just camp at Lake Powell for the night.  By the time we arrived at the sadly inadequate campground at Lake Powell, Vivian let us know that she had been pushed too far.  We had, after all, dragged her out at the crack of dawn to pack up camp, then carted her through the desert all morning and afternoon, and thwarted her multiple attempts at a late afternoon nap with all sorts of interruptions with everything from cattle guards, and fueling stops, to scenic overlooks.  She had run out of patience with us, and it became apparent that this was going to be a hotel night.  

We drove into Hanksville, a town no bigger than it sounds, and checked into the Whispering Sands Motel, which was, to our surprise much nicer than we had dared hope.  Not only did it not cost us an arm and a leg, but it was clean.  We got to take much needed hot showers, and Vivian got a bath in the sink and then fell asleep and slept for an astonishing 10+ hours that night.  I had to wake her up twice to eat and she dropped right back off to sleep afterwards.  We finally had to wake her up to get to the last 10 minutes of our complimentary breakfast.  She was much more herself the next morning and we decided that with a little more rest and all of us clean again that we could extend the trip one more day, and instead of driving home, camp the night in Bryce Canyon.

We got into Capitol Reef National Park in the late morning and went on a recommended scenic drive and visited a few overlooks.
Justin on a stop along the scenic drive
The Goosenecks Overlook
Panorama Point
We also had time for one short hike to Hickman Natural Bridge.  Our legs were still pretty stiff from the previous days adventures in the desert, but we found this hike to be well worth our efforts.
We left Capitol Reef and drove over Boulder Mountain, through Grand Staircase Escalante National Monument, and on to Bryce Canyon.
At the top of Boulder Mountain

Scenic overlook at Grand Staircase Escalante National Monument
It seems like there is never enough time for us to see and do everything that we want to when Justin and I go on a trip.  This was little expedition was no exception to that rule.  We wished that we had another week to burn just to explore the Grand Staircase Escalante National Monument, but we didn't, so we're already thinking we'll have to go back there again some time to do it justice.

We got to Bryce early Friday evening.  Justin dropped Vivian and I off at the visitor's center for me to nurse her, while he rushed off to try and secure us a campsite, since we had been told there were only a few open ones remaining.  Thankfully, he was able to find us one, and we hurried and set up camp and then left to go take in a couple of overlooks before it got dark.  At the very first overlook Justin took this picture:
He handed me the camera and I was getting ready to take a very cute picture of him holding Vivian, and then literally, at the very moment I hit the shutter, the camera battery died.  Our camera has an internal battery that charges from a USB port, and we had left the charger at home.  So there we were in Bryce with no camera.  We ended up racing into town, paying $10 for a disposable film camera, and rushing back out to snap the pictures.  They haven't been developed yet, so standby for those.

We returned to camp where our third and final efforts at building a campfire were at long last successful.  The next morning we went on a hike that went all the way down to the bottom of the canyon and then back up again.  The trail coming back up looked alarmingly steep, but Justin agreed to take Vivian for the trip back out.  We loved the hike, but we could have done without the other tourists.  Something we learned early on during this camping trip is that the fall is when the parks are overloaded with foreignors, and senior citizens, with a large number of people falling into both categories.  They travel in packs from one park to the other in a big tour that starts in Zion and ends at the Grand Canyon.  We felt like we had stumbled into the middle of some sort of senior citizen trip.  We saw two or three other families with children the entire trip.  Naturally Vivian was a huge hit, with the old folks, and we quickly discovered that the word "baby" seems to be universal to all languages since we would hear it all the time mixed in with a foreign language, as we passed people on the trails.  Until that hike in Bryce people had been very nice, and even openly supportive of me packing a baby around on the trails.  We were halfway through the Bryce hike when some old guy shouted at Justin as we passed "Dad should be carrying the baby!"  Justin said that he wanted to yell back "Grandpa should mind his own business!"  There is a part of me that wishes that he had.  

When we got about halfway through the switchbacks out of the canyon I told Justin it was his turn to take her.  We found a shady corner, and while we were readjusting the carrier for Justin some guy who seemed overly concerned about his own health (Justin had spotted him earlier on the trail stopping to check his pulse), told us that he thought that Vivian looked red and was overheating.  She wasn't red, or overheating, and we basically ignored him, but the other older couple there taking a break suddenly assumed a look of alarm and judgement while watching us.  We got more looks of concern when Vivian suddenly decided she was hungry and wanted to nurse NOW!  She started writhing around in the carrier, and screaming at the top of her lungs.  People were staring at Justin like he was killing her, and me like I was incompetent for not realizing what was happening.  We hustled ourselves up out of the canyon faster than I would have thought that I was capable, if you had asked me a minute or two prior to her outburst.  Back at the overlook I nursed her and all was well again.  

We decided that we had time for one more little hike and then it was time to head home.  We hiked to a place called Mossy Cave, and saw a waterfall along the way that I think is one of the coolest ones I've ever seen, so hopefully those pictures come out well.  After that we determined that it was time to head home.  We decided to take highway 89 home instead of I-15.  It was a much better drive, in our opinion, and we made it back to our apartment Saturday evening.  

This was our first family camping trip, and in many ways it went really well, but we learned a few things along the way.  Our baby is a fantastic sleeper, and I would love to attribute it to some brilliant parenting move on my part but, the truth is that she just came to us that way.  She slept just as well in a tent as she does at home.  The only down side to this, is that she also doesn't typically require any night time diaper changes.  Instead she saves everything up, and then has a series of massive bowel movements every morning.  Typically, at least one of them escapes the confines of her diaper.  We packed 13 outfits for her.  We used all but two, both of which were long-sleeved and inappropriate for the weather most of days we were gone.   Next time we will pack an extra outfit for me, so I don't smell like a sweaty dirty diaper all day following a morning blow out.  We thought we had packed enough diaper wipes, but after "poops on the loose" and a few days of camping in sites without running water, where we used some of her wipes to conduct our own personal hygiene, our wipes supply reached critical levels and we were forced to pay an exorbitant price to replenish them at a gas station along the way.  Next time we will pack more. We also bought one case of water bottles for the trip, even though we knew that some of our campsites wouldn't have water, and the weather would be hot and dry the entire trip.  We ended up needing three, and again, paying a ridiculous amount for the two that were purchased along the way.  Next time we will buy a sufficient amount.  Next time we will buy the firewood in town before we leave, from an establishment that stores it indoors, so that it doesn't take the entire trip to dry out enough to actually burn.  Next time we will bring our back up cameras with us, and a way to charge our other camera in the car.  Next time we will be diligent about keeping our tent zipped up all the way, rather than just most of the way.  Next time we will have an emergency supply of formula/baby food on hand should Vivian freak out on the trail where it's difficult to stop and nurse.  I can't wait for next time, and I hope that it will be just as much fun as it was time.